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apartment Nadia found me sitting on a pile of black clothes.
“ Funeral?” She asked sitting down on my queen size bed.
“ Of my writing career,” I said with a sigh. “What the hell was I thinking taking this on? I've only slept with like three guys! And somehow I thought that I would understand a sex club?”
She cringed, “Nobody said you would understand it, just write about it. Play the part. Be a character. You've got to have something in your closet that's not black.”
I just shrugged and then lifted up a black bl azer, “Maybe I can be like the black widow or something.”
She shook her head, “Why don't you use the hot librarian thing you've got going on?” She crossed my bedroom in three strides picking up a black skirt on the way. It was lying just outside of the pile I was sitting on. “Here wear this and roll it up twice.”
“ Roll it up?”
She rolled her eyes, “Yes roll it up, you’ve got great legs, show them off.”
She had a point . If I had any assets in the physical category it was definitely my legs. “All right but what should I wear on top?”
She made her way over to what was left of my closet and looked through my strict business shirts before pulling one out with red and black stripes. “This.”
I put on the outfit and stood in front of the mirror while she handed me a pair of black pumps. She whistled, “Hot mama! You'll knock 'em dead in this!”
“ I sure hope so, if my career is going down the drain I might as well look good doing it.”
“ See? That's the right attitude. Now go get 'em tiger!” She slapped me on the ass just like an athletic coach. As least I think so, I’ve never played a sport.
●
I took a cab, thinking I would have to drink heavily to get my story. When I arrived outside the club I could already hear the thumping of the music inside, or maybe that was my heart? Stepping out of the cab, I walked over to the line already formed around the building. I took a look over the huge old plastics factory that had been turned into a club, but as I continued to walk I shifted my eyes to the ground as it was clear to me that I was completely underdressed. A woman in front of me had a mini skirt on that allowed me ample access to the tops of her thighs. I could almost see her butt cheeks when the line started to move.
Quickly, too quickly, people went inside but as I approached the bouncer checking IDs I realized he was just letting people in. It was then tha t I realized this was a members-only type deal. Smart. I tried to follow closely behind metallic mini skirt girl but the huge man in the black muscle shirt put out his arm and stopped me. I raised my eyes slowly to meet his. His bald head was at my eye level since he was sitting on a stool, but he still looked dangerous.
I pushed my glasses further up my nose hoping to hide the sweat beading between my eyes.
“ Hi, I uhhh, I would like to get in.” I tried to sound strong but it sounded more like a question than a statement. My confidence was wavering, I didn’t know if he would even give me access.
The bouncer crossed his arms and leaned back on his stool smiling devilishly at me. “Can’t get in without password sweetheart. You got a password?”
Password? No one had ever said anything about having a password. I was just supposed to get in, take a few notes on my phone, and get out. I was only here for a story, how was I supposed to know the inner workings of sex club?
“ Ummm I guess I forgot it.”
“ No password, no entry. That’s the rules.”
My shoulders hung in defeat when a beautiful blonde approached us dress ed in what I wouldn’t even consider close to be appropriate in public. But somehow instead of being embarrassed by her outfit I was intrigued. She was slender with long tan legs and a short pixie cut. She was the exact opposite of me and secretly everything I desired to be.
“ Frankie!” She said approaching him with her arms open. “Darling it’s been far
“ Funeral?” She asked sitting down on my queen size bed.
“ Of my writing career,” I said with a sigh. “What the hell was I thinking taking this on? I've only slept with like three guys! And somehow I thought that I would understand a sex club?”
She cringed, “Nobody said you would understand it, just write about it. Play the part. Be a character. You've got to have something in your closet that's not black.”
I just shrugged and then lifted up a black bl azer, “Maybe I can be like the black widow or something.”
She shook her head, “Why don't you use the hot librarian thing you've got going on?” She crossed my bedroom in three strides picking up a black skirt on the way. It was lying just outside of the pile I was sitting on. “Here wear this and roll it up twice.”
“ Roll it up?”
She rolled her eyes, “Yes roll it up, you’ve got great legs, show them off.”
She had a point . If I had any assets in the physical category it was definitely my legs. “All right but what should I wear on top?”
She made her way over to what was left of my closet and looked through my strict business shirts before pulling one out with red and black stripes. “This.”
I put on the outfit and stood in front of the mirror while she handed me a pair of black pumps. She whistled, “Hot mama! You'll knock 'em dead in this!”
“ I sure hope so, if my career is going down the drain I might as well look good doing it.”
“ See? That's the right attitude. Now go get 'em tiger!” She slapped me on the ass just like an athletic coach. As least I think so, I’ve never played a sport.
●
I took a cab, thinking I would have to drink heavily to get my story. When I arrived outside the club I could already hear the thumping of the music inside, or maybe that was my heart? Stepping out of the cab, I walked over to the line already formed around the building. I took a look over the huge old plastics factory that had been turned into a club, but as I continued to walk I shifted my eyes to the ground as it was clear to me that I was completely underdressed. A woman in front of me had a mini skirt on that allowed me ample access to the tops of her thighs. I could almost see her butt cheeks when the line started to move.
Quickly, too quickly, people went inside but as I approached the bouncer checking IDs I realized he was just letting people in. It was then tha t I realized this was a members-only type deal. Smart. I tried to follow closely behind metallic mini skirt girl but the huge man in the black muscle shirt put out his arm and stopped me. I raised my eyes slowly to meet his. His bald head was at my eye level since he was sitting on a stool, but he still looked dangerous.
I pushed my glasses further up my nose hoping to hide the sweat beading between my eyes.
“ Hi, I uhhh, I would like to get in.” I tried to sound strong but it sounded more like a question than a statement. My confidence was wavering, I didn’t know if he would even give me access.
The bouncer crossed his arms and leaned back on his stool smiling devilishly at me. “Can’t get in without password sweetheart. You got a password?”
Password? No one had ever said anything about having a password. I was just supposed to get in, take a few notes on my phone, and get out. I was only here for a story, how was I supposed to know the inner workings of sex club?
“ Ummm I guess I forgot it.”
“ No password, no entry. That’s the rules.”
My shoulders hung in defeat when a beautiful blonde approached us dress ed in what I wouldn’t even consider close to be appropriate in public. But somehow instead of being embarrassed by her outfit I was intrigued. She was slender with long tan legs and a short pixie cut. She was the exact opposite of me and secretly everything I desired to be.
“ Frankie!” She said approaching him with her arms open. “Darling it’s been far
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